I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no.
Isaac MarionThere is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.
Isaac MarionNow Iโm just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesnโt lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesnโt lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.
Isaac MarionI want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
Isaac Marion